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Monsters dwelled beneath the earth hidden deep underground where they remained hidden from humanity beyond an impassable barrier. Even if they wanted to leave, they could not. They lived with the hope of one day seeing the light of the sun again. A kingdom had risen underground where these monsters gathered with hope in their hearts of a brighter day, but as well to spend time with one another as families do; in joy and sorrow, and much more. At the edge of this kingdom was a set of ruins beyond a snowy forest, an old door marked by the royal sigil sealing it off from the rest of the underground. A few monsters lived within the ruins, and even fewer knew their way in and out of it without the express permission of one woman that guarded the door jealously. Even then, there were still those that could find their way through the cracks, through the chipping stones and wreckage, and one such set of monsters made a temporary nest of sorts in a set of corridors leading to a dead end. The stones of the corridor were gray and mauve stained by freckles of green moss. Tables had been hastily set by little legs crawling along the floor. A flood of spiders wandered back and forth placing tablecloths and setting baskets full of baked goods airing out scents that wandered into the deeper portions of the ruins. A collection of six arms clad in long black gloves raised one large basket full of bready treats kissed and glazed by purple down onto the center table. All six hands then slapped the table one by one, a face clad in grape hide grinning wildly. Muffet had all of her blackened eyes peering out at the far end of the corridor while she beamed entirely proud of herself. She had found a remote location that no other business had set up in thanks to her little spiders telling her about it. She crossed a set of arms while puffing up proudly, the others smoothed out what she wore to make herself as presentable as possible. Black hair had been adorned with a ribbon on one bang to keep it out of her eyes. A blouse of violet and black covered her top with closed puffy sleeves while she wore petticoat trousers of a similar style and frill. Oh yes, she was feeling stylish and clever today. Now all she had to do was wait for someone to come to her little bake sale in these near-abandoned ruins. It took maybe thirty minutes or so until her stance began to lower and her hands fell at the edge of the table. Near-abandoned ruins; for a bake sale. The smaller spiders scurried away as Muffet stamped a boot-clad foot and suppressed the urge to curse. Well, near-abandoned meant that someone had to come and buy her damn goods eventually! Right?

As it turned out, listening to the advice of her little spiders had been an utter mistake. To be fair, she shared some of the blame for deciding to put her bake sale in a place like this instead of in Snowden or even back home in the Hotlands. The allure of untouched real estate had strung her up by the web and seduced her entirely into making this stupid mistake. She had signs up, and baked treats and the only customer that had come by was a frog that paid for one croissant and left. She was grateful to that little frog, because if he hadn't come along then she might've started genuinely throwing a fit. Instead, she stood there and waited while keeping the twitch of irritation out of her multiple eyes. Just when she was ready to turn over the table and start either destroying or eating baked goods out of anger, she straightened as she heard the sound of padding footsteps down the corridor approaching rapidly. Two hands clasped together, a bright smile on her face full of fangs as she looked toward the source of the sound to see an odd sight. A boss monster of all things dressed in robes of purple. Caprine horns dotted her head with curious eyes peering from left to right. A thin tail with a wisp of white curled behind her as she made her way down the corridor all the way to Muffet's table. Russet eyes peered over the pastries and her mouth opened wide without a word slipping out.

When the woman didn't say much, Muffet cleared her throat, "How may I--"

"There are so many! All of these little treats and all I can bake are pies!" The woman said with a gasp interrupting her pitch.

Muffet blinked before placing one hand on her cheek with another arm folded underneath as she nodded, "Well, I've got a lot of hands and a lot of help. Plenty of recipe books too. Are you interested in buying any, ma'am?"

The caprine monster reached through the sleeves of her robes while sniffing, "Oh, goodness. I think I have something in here, but really what I would want to pay you for is a recipe or two. It has been far too long since I've seen anything baked from anyone but myself, and I don't often get quality ingredients either."

She watched as the women searched through her sleeves while blathering on. Muffet found herself smiling while leaning over the table, an elbow on it and chin resting in hand. She talked at length about the excitement of meeting someone in the ruins who also enjoyed baking, stumbled and fumbled over a few words and starts of a sentence that made her wonder how long it had been since the woman had last spoken to anyone. On the onset, this customer looked like someone that she'd consider almost regal, but whenever she opened her mouth it was bubbling with glee and joy at the simple prospect of baked goods. Ah, dangit. She couldn't charge someone like this, especially when she was struggling to find her purse.

Gingerly, she plucked a croissant from the basket and held it up to the caprine monster, "Here. Have a free sample." She then snickered, "But if you're not inclined to take handouts, then just your name will do as a price."

Her would-be customer paused and looked at her, cheeks brightening beneath the snowy fur and lopped ears rising before she clapped her hands together and asked, "Really? You'd be so kind?" When Muffet nodded, the woman took the treat gingerly before beaming at her, "I'll be back here tomorrow with money to pay for this, and to pay for more. If you're not around, I'll come back every day until I properly compensate you." She then gave a deep bow that had her horns nearly touching the table as she said, "And my name is Toriel."

With that, the caprine monster got up and turned around leaving her feeling warm and fuzzy. She placed a hand on her chest and found herself smiling. She had forgotten to share her own name in the end as Toriel walked away, but that was because she had been transfixed by the blush on the woman's face, along with the smile radiating an infectious joy. One of her spiders scuttered next to her and she heard the clicking and vibration of a message wondering if she was happy now. Looking toward her little friend, she narrowed all of her eyes and made it very clear; no she was not. A lovely little meeting with a beautiful lady did not erase the fact that they had come out here with far too much product and very few customers to show for it, but perhaps it would be enough to warrant another visit tomorrow. After all, she had a debt to collect and a lovely lady to meet again.

The next day the bake sale was on again, but much smaller in size. Muffet had a few frogs instead of just one stop by, so all in all she considered it a great success. That being said, it didn't take long before she heard the same padding footsteps of Toriel coming down the corridor. She turned her head to see Toriel in the same outfit as yesterday but bearing a basket under one arm. Muffet raised a hand to greet the caprine but paused as she noticed that Toriel seemed to be approaching at a rapid pace, not in a run but a speedy walk that kept on getting faster. Toriel stopped right in front of the table and planted the basket down. The sound accompanying the thwack of wicker on wood was a jingling. Slowly, she peered into the basket and gawked as she witnessed a bag of gold bulging.

When she looked up at Toriel, the caprine monster had a big smile on her face and her hands held together below her waist, "Is this enough for everything you have today?"

Muffet placed a hand on her forehead before sliding it back along her hair while trying not to squeak, "Why, yes, I think it is." When Toriel had exchanged the basket of treats for her basket of gold, Muffet breathed out, "Well, that's that. Never thought I'd sell all of that to one customer, and never thought you'd actually be back. It's good to know that you've got such a healthy appetite."

Toriel blinked before scratching her cheek while looking away, "Hah, well, if we're being honest. I'm mostly trying to see if I can bake anything like these using what I've got."

"Hm, seems like you can't or don't want to step out of the ruins for whatever reason." Hummed Muffet, "I suppose I can lend you some of my little friends to fetch you some groceries now and then."

The caprine monster's ears perked, "Really? I don't think I should impose, and I can't just have your little friends waiting on me hand and foot."

Muffet beamed and brushed aside her concerns, "It'll be fine, it'll be fine."

A bright smile stretched across Toriel's features as she sighed, "Thank you so much."

There was that smile again, the bright and beautiful thing so full of warmth that it made her heart swell. She was finding that she enjoyed many of the goat's expressions, and when it seemed like Toriel was about to walk away, she said aloud, "You know, since you bought all my goods today; I figure I can take a break tomorrow. "She then chuckled, "But of course, I'd be inclined to come back again so we can talk more in-depth about my spiders helping you out. Over tea?"

That smile seemed to waver a bit, the woman's hand coming to her chest to touch with delicate fingers as she muttered, "My, it has been quite some time since I've had company, and even more since someone has invited me on a little get-together."

Muffet clasped four of her hands together, "Then we'll call it a date. Discuss all of our little embarrassing and passionate things together while sipping tea like ladies do."

The caprine monster brought a hand to her mouth, but a giggle escaped her as she said, "A date? Not since I was married has anyone taken me out for one."

"Oh, so you're single. Good to know!" Muffet said with a grin.

"Goodness, don't be so bold!" Said Toriel, but she couldn't hide the smile behind her hand, "I don't even know your name."

With a chuckle, she took a step back and bowed, "Muffet, miss valued customer."

Toriel dropped her hand slowly to let her expression be seen before she breathed out, "Well, I suppose I'll be back tomorrow for tea and company."

And as Toriel turned around to step away, Muffet called aloud, "So that's a date, then?"

The caprine woman stopped for a second before hurrying down the corridor. What Muffet had made note of, what made her smile brightly, was the fact that there had been a blush that glowed off of her cheeks that she had been able to see even from where she stood. Muffet had been called bold. There were many things that she could have said, plenty of things she could have done to be bold. Why, if she was being identified as a bold dame, then why not act bold? Her fangs pricked the air as she chuckled to herself with a wrist over her mouth. Oh yes, this tea party would be divine.

Muffet showed up nice and early to help set the table, well, mostly her spiders set the table. They wove the material that made a lovely knit weaving that sat over a rounded table where a teapot and cups were set along with a saucer containing cubed sugar and two spoons. A basket was set near the center with small strawberry shortcakes with wrappers underneath to keep them separated. Of course, there were also little tongs to snatch the cakes away without dirtying the hands. When the last two plates had been set along with the utensils, Muffet turned her attention to the end of the corridor to raise her hand as Toriel arrived with hands held together at her chest and a bright look in her eyes.

"I won't even pretend to understand how you bring everything in here, or how you even sneak in and out so easily! Then again, there are places I haven't even been to. I hope I haven't kept you waiting." Said Toriel with a warm smile that made her shiver.

She brushed aside the notion with two hands from the same side and snickered, "Not at all, just adding the finishing touches. Tell me though, my spiders said they saw you early in the morning checking with your ear raised. Were you looking forward to our date that much?"

Toriel's cheeks flared with color again as she cleared her throat and took a seat slowly, "I was just making sure that I wouldn't be late. There wasn't exactly a time set for this meeting, after all."

Muffet clapped four hands together and tilted her head with utter glee, "And here I was hoping that I had left quite the impression! Not even a kiss to start out with, or an embrace either." When she saw the disgruntled look on Toriel's ever-reddening face, she couldn't help but laugh, "Toriel, relax! I'm teasing you. Our date can be as benign or as saucy as you want. Now, would you like some tea?"

The caprine monster placed a set of fingers near her mouth as she stammered quietly, "S-saucy?" She then seemed to wake up, a bright smile touching her features as she cleared her throat and placed her hands on her lap while nodding, "Tea? Yes! That sounds wonderful."

And so the tea party began. She poured out a tea with a rich amber color for both of them. The pot, and a bit of magic, had kept it nice and hot the entire time. Two sugars for herself, and Toriel went with three. She decided to keep her mouth shut for a bit as they served themselves treats to sit down and begin properly. Muffet had plenty of things to say, but she had to deliberate a little bit. With her eyes closed, she sipped the sweetened warmth of the tea and let the gentle richness spread over her while she thought. Toriel hadn't said she would prefer things to be benign or saucy, and the choice was then left up to her. Now, it would be a shame to chase off her newest friend, but it would also be very fun to see more of that cute blush, more of those disgruntled little expressions. Ah yes, she was already weaving a mental web prepared to snare her lovely friend. Of course, Toriel could just tell her to stop and she would be more than glad to do so considering the caprine woman had bought so much from her and been so nice at that.

That niceness continued as Toriel sighed happily with one hand on her cheek and the other holding a fork, "You have to teach me how you make this! No, perhaps just leave me the recipe sometime. I'll even pay!" Toriel then set her small fork down and breathed out, "I should really compose myself. It is difficult to do so when faced with such craft, and when I rarely get the opportunity to sit with someone."

Muffet held her cup with two hands while gesturing with two more, "Nonsense. I think it's lovely hearing you talk so much, and lovely getting to see you flustered too." When Toriel seemed like she was about to retort, Muffet chuckled, "As for my recipe, I'd be more than glad to provide the materials and my guiding touch to teach you. That is, if you'd be willing to invite me over."

Toriel opened her mouth wide for a second before clamping it shut. She took her cup in both hands and pressed her thumbs together while breathing out, "I must admit, I haven't had someone over in a long time. Far too long." Toriel then peered at her with one eye while allowing a small smile onto her features as she continued on, "And I know what you've been doing. Getting a rise out of me. Calling this tea party of ours a date. It has been flustering beyond belief. I suppose, I just want to let you know that I do find it a bit fun, but I also don't know if you really enjoy it as well or if you're just making fun of me."

Without pause, Muffet answered, "I am making fun of you." Toriel blinked, frustration wrinkling her features for a second before Muffet planted her fork in her cake and beamed, "But I do enjoy it wholeheartedly. You're a very beautiful woman Toriel. One that I find myself drooling over if I stare too long, and I can't help but feel warm whenever you smile." A smirk then cut the corner of her expression as she sighed, "But of course, I do love to see you flustered. It is adorable, and seeing you switching from one expression to the other is fantastic. So yes, I am absolutely toying with you, but I don't want to hurt you. I am genuine with my interest."

Toriel looked at her with scarlet dancing under the fur of her cheeks and she took a sip of her tea, a sip that turned into a deep pull. The caprine monster then set her cup back down with a cough and breathed out, "Okay. Well then, Muffet. Would you do me the honor of teaching me how to bake a strawberry shortcake to make mouths water on a-- uh hm." Her brow furrowed as she looked down at her hands in her lap while she tried to complete her sentence, "On a, oh goodness. Another date."

A big smile touched Muffet's expression as she thought of every single way she could tease the poor thing before instead, she decided to say with a polite nod, "I would love to, Toriel dear."

For a little bit, their gazes locked until Toriel brought a hand to her mouth to start chuckling while shaking her head before she breathed out, "What? No teases? No jabs or jokes at my expense?"

"There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow dear." She offered the pot up to freshen up Toriel's cup and poured while humming, "Though, I'm curious. A beautiful woman like you couldn't possibly be alone. What happened with your marriage?"

Toriel stopped snickering and quietly mixed sugar into her drink while looking away. Her expression seemed so much colder than before, so much more distant. She almost apologized before Toriel finally answered, "My husband and I split. That's all, and I ask that you please leave the subject be." Toriel then gave a sad little smile that felt like a stab to her heart to see as the woman added, "I would much rather make new memories than dwell on past mistakes."

Muffet nodded before humming, "All right, well. There's no need to think about any of that then, and there are many more things that I could tease you about. I only wanted to know if I would have to try my hardest to steal you away from another."

The fluster and brightness returned to Toriel's expression as she coughed, "Are you saying you would have tried to pry me away from another if I were in a relationship?!"

With a finger on her lips, Muffet hummed and sighed as if she were truly considering it before she said simply, "Yup. You're definitely a prize worth taking. A beauty worth having, and at most I would love to dress you up and keep you wrapped nice and tight in my web. One night is all I would need." She then realized she might be going a bit too far, her own cheeks darkening with color as she giggled, "But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself."

When she looked at Toriel, the woman had both of her hands on her mouth, eyes wide, and face bright as a cherry. When she lowered her hands, Muffet expected a stern lecture, but instead, Toriel muttered, "You might be getting ahead of yourself, but I'm more surprised that anyone would think of me in such a light."

Muffet Clucked her tongue in response, "Such lack of confidence! Has it really been that long for you? If you would allow, I would end our date with a kiss and whisper of all the sweet things I'd do to you tomorrow."

She couldn't be sure how Toriel would take that bit of honesty, but Muffet had been told to not play games, and so she would say what was on her mind. There were many things that she wanted to do to the other woman, many little things that drifted into her thoughts, but she had thought that Toriel would not be able to handle such words at this moment. Part of her still wanted to be respectful, but the more dominant part of her was giggling with glee at the mix of expressions spilling from Toriel's features. She was almost certain that the woman would storm off any moment, but Toriel remained seated while twiddling her thumbs together over the teacup.

Quietly, finally, Toriel muttered in a voice far shakier than she could have thought from such a strong-bodied woman, "Truly?" When she simply nodded, Toriel straightened while her eyes narrowed and her voice lost that shakiness, "No, no that has to be some sort of tease. There is no way someone as precious and prim as you would even deen to think of me in such a way. You're just getting a rise out of me again, and it certainly is working." A visible shudder then curled through the caprine monster as she set her cup down and placed a hand on her cheek while averting her eyes, "I would only ever believe you if you, ah, proved it."

Muffet found herself smiling hard enough that her cheeks flushed with soreness and delight. She got up from her seat slowly and moved around the table before taking Toriel's hand on her cheek to direct her attention. Their eyes met, her fingers looped along with Toriel's to hold her hand while she leaned in to press forehead to forehead while muttering, "Then I'll give you proof."

Electric trembles began to toy with her back as she drank in Toriel's shifting emotions planted on her face. Little smiles that tried to break away into serious frowns as if she were forcing herself to have a hardened look, but she couldn't keep that serious exterior from melting as Muffet placed another hand on her cheek to cup and run a thumb through the fur. She leaned in closer and tilted her head, their mouths meeting at first in a gentle and chaste thing that she would call a peck. When she pulled away she did so only to watch Toriel's eyes grow wide before Muffet shut her eyes and leaned in for another kiss. This time, she kept their mouths pressed together and she dug deep into it. Toriel's free hand moved up with trembling digits to touch her cheek in kind as their lips melded together, as their mouths parted and their tongues dipped together. The first time she had seen this lovely woman she had never imagined that she would be kissing her like this so soon, and she never imagined the inherent hunger that she could feel pulsing beneath their shared touch.

Toriel pushed closer and Muffet found herself being pulled into an embrace as she leaned up to deepen the kiss further. A sweet sight escaped the caprine woman, the warm air escaping her twisting around her with a scent of warm sweetness that bordered on floral. Monsters were beings of magic, and that magic was largely fueled by how they felt, and how they reacted to the world around them. Right now, both of them were buzzing with delight and a mixture of excitement that practically had their eyes glimmering with their respective lights. Violet and garnet mixed together in a crackling blaze above them that splintered and began to fizzle away as their lips pulled back. Muffet let her tongue slide out of the caprine woman's mouth bit by bit until she returned it to her maw sticky with the remnants of their shared embrace of lips. Toriel's cheeks were beyond flushed, her body shuddering as she looked away from Muffet. Oh now, that wouldn't do. She pressed closer and kissed the woman's neck, all of her arms wrapping around the caprine monster. Hands drifted along the robes but never pressed. Blowing on the woman's neck, she brought her hips forward and pushed a rather firm bulge between her legs against Toriel's thigh through the robes.

The caprine woman muttered, "You truly are bold to put your hand in such a position."

Muffet giggled while bringing all of her hands up in front of Toriel's vision, "Bold? Of course, I am, but that's not any hand of mine."

It took a little bit before Toriel gasped, a flicker and a spark escaping her mouth as she took a step back and coughed, "I see! I didn't think you-- Well, far be it from me to assume anything. It really doesn't change how I feel or anything at all, and maybe I shouldn't even talk about it at all."

She watched as Toriel continued to ramble with cheeks to ears darkened with colors, eyes swirling with tension and embarrassment. Muffet then reached out to touch the woman's wrist gently while purring, "Want to see?"

Toriel paused and Muffet expected her to say no, except the caprine woman began to fidget and look around as if trying to see if they were being watched. Quietly, the caprine woman leaned in and whispered, "May I?"

Muffet took a step back and brought a hand down, gloved digits catching the hem of her petticoat trousers to start tugging them away. She pulled and pulled as her arousal pressed against the material and struggled to slip free still bound by ribbon-clad panties. Another hand pushed her underwear to let her shaft bounce out and into the air between Toriel and herself. That firm arousal twitched just a bit more, the length a sleek black like the color of her gloves with a pointed tip. She watched the caprine woman's expression with utter glee. Eyes wide, mouth shut tight, hand slowly over her mouth while another moved as if reaching out to grasp her cock. Muffet took her hand by the wrist with one of her free hands and brought those soft digits over her arousal.

As she did this, she chuckled, "Don't be shy. Lookie lookie, my little friends have already cleared the table just for us."

Toriel turned her head to see that the table had indeed been cleared, and Muffet sighed in delight as she felt those soft digits close around her shaft while Toriel breathed out, "M-maybe just a little bit of fun. I could hardly leave you like this. Though, don't think I'll be taking any sort of pleasure in this kind of thing. I'm a bit more refined than that."

Hm, something struck her as wrong about that, and so she pressed on that point while pulling away slowly with a snicker, "Ahah, didn't you see you didn't want any games? Why should I be the only one fully honest?"

The caprine woman's digits twitched, her eyes shifting away before she huffed quietly, "Are you really going to make me say it?" When Muffet simply giggled, Toriel looked toward her and muttered, "We're out in the open, but I want just a little bit more. M-maybe not going the entire way just yet, but--" And she then breathed in deeply before letting it out, "Could I have another kiss?"

Close enough, but even still she had to tease and so she grasped at the woman's robes by the waist and hummed, "Sure, if you lift this for me."

Toriel's hands came together, and Muffet thought that she was about to hear a string of cute and wriggling responses. That is, until Toriel simply tugged her robes up enough to show something truly beautiful to her. The caprine woman had a stretch of underwear covering her most private spot colored by a deep violet, one of her favorites. Plump thighs and hips awaited her, and she wasted no time in giving Toriel her kiss. Smirking, she crouched down and grabbed the woman's underwear, quick digits tugging it down fast enough to let her keep the momentum in her favor with the aforementioned kiss. Her lips graced the curled fluff of the woman's crotch causing Toriel to gasp and double over. Hands grabbed onto the back of her head but did not pull her away as Muffet's tongue slipped free to begin lapping the same spot over and over again. She lavished the woman's crotch with kisses and lashes, tongue leaving marks of glistening spittle that sparkled in the odd lighting of the ruins. Careful digits tugged the underwear down a bit lower while her tongue followed suit ever so slowly. Inch by inch she neared Toriel's slit before she suddenly felt the change. Her tongue graced the heat between the woman's legs, slid along the outside where she could feel arousal already starting to drip free. Toriel's sighs became squeaking moans that were clapped shut by an embarrassed hand, Muffet trying her best not to laugh while her hands squeeze those lovely thighs, while her fingers dug in as her tongue slid along the surface of the woman's heat. She never dipped inside, never slipped her tongue within because she had not been told to. Muffet kept on licking, lapping, and kissing; pressing gentle little things on those most sensitive spots while shuddering every time she heard Toriel whimper or sigh.

Muffet pulled her mouth away and got up slowly before clucking her tongue, "It seems we really should wrap this up, shouldn't we?" When Toriel seemed to struggle for a response, Muffet beamed, "Why, we wouldn't want to get caught out in the open, right? We had a little bit of fun, and my oh my, you even got your extra kiss. Unless, of course, you want a bit more? I'm certainly not against it."

The older woman averted her gaze, hands clasped together, her robes a mess as she fidgeted before finally responding with a crooked smile, "Well, if we had all the fun today, then perhaps tomorrow you wouldn't want a taste. A comfortable bed would be better than this too, I'm sure."

Plausible and acceptable, but even still Muffet snickered, "Want me all to yourself in your little web? To snap your snare on this spider? I guess I can't really refuse."

Her amusement stopped as she noticed Toriel's expression. The woman had gone from smiling and fidgeting, to frozen solid and frowning. Toriel still fidgeted, but it was her mouth struggling to put itself into a softer expression, her eyes darting from one way to the other before a sort of calm came over her, a neutral dot replacing her dismayed look. You didn't need to understand people to feel the change either. The magic in the air had gone from crackling and warm, to something chill like ice. Muffet found herself struggling not to be swallowed by that sensation, found herself wondering how she had taken it too far and if she could walk it back. Her desire was still there, and she would normally love to simply bull her way through this situation, but Muffet wanted to see more of those warm smiles before she cracked them herself in all the lovely little ways passion and surprise could accomplish.

Quietly she asked, "Toriel, are you okay?"

Toriel's expression twitched back to a weak smile as she cleared her throat, "Why, yes. I'm perfectly fine."

Muffet crossed a pair of arms, one hand still drifting over the top of her shaft while she hummed, "I agreed not to play games and lie, and I think that you should be doing the same." She then raised a finger before Toriel could interject, "But I don't think it's my place to pry. Maybe after sips of something stronger down the line, we can talk about it, but for now, what would you like to do?"

A genuine, but slight smile touched the woman's expression that melted the chilly atmosphere as she sighed, "Okay, thank you. I suppose it touched a nerve. You see, I don't want to get into it entirely, but I have hosted many in my care. Many that have wandered away from me, and many that have left me alone here. I find that perhaps, perhaps I am too clingy, and that my aims are less than ideal. I should be the picture of purity and sanctuary, but my home feels more of a graveyard or a prison no matter how hard I try to think otherwise."

There was too much in there for her to dissect and digest, too much pain that washed through the air for her to fully understand without more context and conversation, and so she stepped next to the woman and took her hand gingerly, "Then how about we make that old grave smell like sweets? Hm? I'll even share my recipes tomorrow."

Toriel blinked, "You'd do that?"

Muffet stuck her tongue out, "It's the least I could do for letting me do whatever I want to your body."

A giggle escaped the older woman's mouth, "Now, I never said I'd allow that, did I?"

"But you will, won't you?" Muffet said with a glint in her eyes, "You'd love nothing more for me to take charge and give you the excuse. So give me permission, then, to bind you to me. You won't have to play host with me, won't have to worry about being overbearing. Even if I slip away in the middle of the night, I'll find you again."

Just to add to her point, she planted a digit on Toriel's snout and giggled. Toriel in response scoffed with hands on her hips, "Is that a promise?"

Muffet grinned and grabbed hold of her shaft to bring attention to it while she purred, "I promise to claim you tomorrow."

Toriel's eyes grew wide for a second as if she were genuinely surprised before she blinked and turned away while fanning herself, "Goodness. What a shameful display. I suppose, if you make good on your promise then I'll just have to be fine with whatever you do." The caprine woman then dropped to her knees and breathed out, "I suppose I'll have to let you use my mouth for now."

She took a step forward and planted her cock against the woman's cheek while muttering, "So you want a taste that badly?"

Instead of denying it, Toriel simply nodded. Muffet grinned, pointed fangs glinting as she pushed her pants and underwear down to her ankles to let her cock and balls out into the air. The older woman shuddered, the vibration of desire curling through the magic around them. A warm tongue soon pressed to the side of her shaft, a hand moving over the soft hide of her thigh while another grasped the base of her cock. Toriel moved slowly at first, heavy tongue dragging along the skin, but soon she was kissing and pressing her face close while letting out little sighs. Muffet gave the lonely woman exactly what she wanted; time to worship and explore the cock before her.

That heavy tongue dipped down to the balls, lips suckling on each fat orb before moving to the next. Toriel seemed nearly breathless as she did this, her gasps sending warm air cascading along Muffet's body. Her tongue moved to the tip of the shaft, and that's where Muffet decided to play as well. She beamed as she took hold of the caprine monster's lop ears to drag her toward her crotch with a giggle. Toriel gagged at first, but that didn't stop her as she began dragging her head back and forth. She had given Toriel time to explore, and now in exchange, she wanted something for herself. Muffet cooed and sighed as she used the woman's mouth as a toy, driving herself deep while loving the feeling of that tongue pressed against the bottom of her shaft. Each time she yanked, she brought Toriel that much closer to her crotch until the caprine's nose kissed that spot.

Ever merciful, Muffet pulled out of her mouth slowly and slapped her wet cock onto the woman's face while humming, "Doing well?"

Toriel coughed and huffed out, "You could have at least warn--"

"No, I don't." Purred Muffet as she hilted herself into Toriel's mouth again and as she began to hump, she groaned aloud, "I told you that I'd be making you mine, so I have to give you a little taste so you can know what you're getting yourself into."

Despite the look of irritation plain on the caprine monster's face, Toriel remained still as her throat was used. These were the types of things she wanted to see that sweet warmth melting into. Irritation and humor are sidled by arousal and hunger. She could feel her own arousal growing, her own throbbing cock swelling as Muffet got closer and closer to releasing every bit of pressure building within her. There was such a lovely intensity to the woman beneath her, such a quiet danger that she could not put her finger on. It would be fun taming and tying that, keeping it bound for her enjoyment. Of course, sharing little baking secrets would just be plain fun, but this was something far more delicious.

Unable to handle it anymore, she pulled her shaft free with a sigh and pumped it in front of Toriel's face while grunting, "Get your breasts out."

Toriel's cheeks brightened and she seemed on the very edge of saying now, but instead, the older woman began to tug and pull at the collar of her robes, the flexible material slipping over exposed breasts of white fluff dotted with darkened nipples. They were large enough to belong to a married woman, and had just a bit of weight making her wonder if Toriel had been with child before. Under those robes, there was no need to wear a bra if it was just a short walk, or maybe she'd been hoping that Muffet would notice. The thought of Toriel wanting to bring some sort of arousal out of her carried her forward and caused her to shake violently, hand pumping at her shaft faster and faster before she held onto the base tightly and groaned aloud. Heated seed painted Toriel's face and chest, pooling at the cleavage while Toriel kept one eye closed and watched through a single-eyed gaze full of quiet delight.

After she finished, she tapped her shaft against Toriel's cheek and muttered, "Clean it."

Without question, Toriel began to lick every inch clean from the stickiness of pre and cum. As she completed her task, Toriel cleared her throat, "Anything else I can do?"

Muffet began to get her underwear and pants back on, humming as she did so, "Well, I suppose you could try your best not to lose yourself. Not that you've got much of a chance at it, seeing as I'll just come back to your home until you're fully ensnared."

Toriel shivered, "My, you really aren't leaving me much of a choice, are you?"

She grabbed Toriel's chin with one hand and leaned in with a big smile, "And that's exactly what you want, isn't it? The burden of choice is so much easier when it belongs to someone else, right?" With a giggle, she then gave Toriel's cheek a pat and whispered, "Now off you go."

There was a moment when she thought that Toriel might've fought that, instead, the caprine monster rose and fixed her underwear as best as she could along with her chest bursting out the next of her robes. She looked sticky, but somehow still regal as she straightened herself and held her hands at her waist. Toriel bowed to her, and bowed deep before turning to walk away. Muffet had let her go with the promise that she would give chase. Every little spidery inclination in her mind was telling her that she should have bitten, she should have snared that lovely woman for herself, but instead, she was watching her walk away. That being said, there was already a snare that had snapped without her meaning to. Toriel wanted to be claimed, wanted to be taken by her, and such desire made her tremble in delight. The warmth of that smile would not be enough to keep her from ruining it, to keep her from making Toriel her own toy. Shuddering, she turned away and took a deep breath before letting it out. There would be time for that sort of game tomorrow. Speaking of which, she needed to have her little friends find out where Toriel's house was in the first place. In all of their lustful fun, Toriel had forgotten to tell her where that thing was. Ah well, shouldn't be too hard to find a cozy home in some ruins.

As it turned out, it wasn't difficult at all. Muffet had sent her little scouts throughout the ruins to find Toriel's home the day the invite had been given, and the very next day she stood outside of that home with a basket under one arm. The lid of the basket was tipped up and the neck of a bottle could be seen jutting outward. Honestly, Muffet hadn't expected the cozy home to appear so imposing. A blackened tree stood in the center of a chamber at the edge of the ruins and it was here where a building jutted from the walls. A little sign hung over the top of a yawning threshold, leaves of orange and dull yellow surrounding the opening as if placed there by design. With a hum, she approached the threshold and looked into the darkened abyss while tilting her head from side to side. The spiders had said that it was a cozy little place on the inside, but she wasn't quite sure if that would be true with such a ghastly-looking locale. Then again, most of the places she occupied were covered in web and most would consider that pretty ghastly. She walked from one edge of the threshold before walking to the other as if she were expecting there to be a doorbell. Muffet tapped the back of a hand onto the stone and chuckled while shaking her head. There was no sense in knocking either, and calling out might not even reach Toriel, and so she made a decision to simply let herself inside. Hopefully, Toriel was doing something embarrassing.

Muffet wandered into the cozy home she had been expecting. There were warm lights illuminating a foyer with wooden floors and a set of steps heading downward along with two other open entranceways. She took a left and found what appeared to be a living room and a dining room pressed together. The dining table was located near the bottom while a chair sat near the top of the room with a bookcase and fireplace right next to it. Toriel must have been nearby because the fire was crackling, and because she could hear humming coming from the next room. Muffet followed the sound of humming to find Toriel in a kitchen with her hands in a sink washing what appeared to be a few dishes.

She stood there for a solid second or two before she said with a chuckle, "Need a hand, or three?"

Toriel jolted and turned around, her cheeks touched by pink for a few seconds before she dried her hands on her robes and coughed, "Muffet! I didn't expect to see you here so soon! Especially when I never gave you any proper direction, but I ah--. It is good to see you."

Muffet beamed and twirled before placing a set of hands on her hips, "I came dressed quite nicely too for our date. Sorry to come in unannounced, but there wasn't exactly a bell to ring."

The caprine woman giggled and shook her head, "I suppose it isn't a problem since you were invited, and goodness, you are making me feel underdressed."

Today she had opted for a tailcoat-styled dress mixed with her favorite colors of black, purple, and a bit of dark rose in there. The boots were the same, but she had decided to not go with gloves this time as it would be hard to work with baked goods like that. There was a joke at the edge of her tongue about Toriel not needing to be dressed at all, but she wanted to be nice for now and so she instead offered up the basket. Toriel had a few words to say about alcohol being brought to her, but whatever chaste sass she had soon faded as she peered into the basket and saw the bounty of ingredients. Muffet had brought fresh strawberries and flour among various other little things that would be needed to make their cakes. The excitement pouring off the woman was tangible, in fact, she could even feel the magic sparking again reminding her that Toriel was quite the powerful monster.

They got to work almost immediately once the baking pans and bowls had been taken out. Muffet pulled a slip of paper from the basket and shared her most devilish of secrets with Toriel. Not truly devilish, but she toyed around and made a big deal of it before handing the slip to Toriel with a giggle. The caprine woman was overjoyed and gave her an embrace that would have crushed her insides if she weren't so sturdy herself. By the time they slipped the prepared product into the hot oven, Toriel had relaxed a bit but was still bouncing with her hands clasped together as Muffet showed her how to make the whipped cream. Even as they assembled the cakes from the oven and let them rest once assembled properly, Toriel seemed to glow with utter glee. Muffet had been promised that she could do anything she wanted, and what she wanted to do was to see Toriel nice and happy; to see her at the height of that innocent joy. The home that she had walked into had enforced that desire as well. She could not help but notice the emptiness of the home, the warmth that had been made almost as a simulacrum of what a family house should be. There were little pictures here and there on the wall, plates, and bowls that numbered far too much for one person alone. Even the chair she had seen next to the fireplace seemed like such a lonely thing. She could only imagine how it would feel to sit there without another soul in the world. For Muffet, she had her lovely little spiders and could leave the hotlands whenever she wanted, but from what she understood, Toriel sequestered herself here. Now that she saw the warmth of Toriel's expression burning through the air, now that she saw those eyes sparkling with pure and innocent joy, she found herself wanting to bite down and make something truly beautiful with those features.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she reached under her dress to tug down her underwear and let her cock into the air while another set of hands pulled the apron from her back. As she did this, she breathed out, "Toriel, dear. Get out of those stuffy robes, but leave the apron. It'll be cute."

Toriel blinked and looked toward her with a small smile about to say something, but stopped as her eyes drifted downward. Quietly, the caprine woman turned toward the sink and breathed out, "Such a thing truly isn't appropriate in this household." She then began to slip an arm through the sleeve of her robe, doing the same on the other side while continuing, "But a promise is a promise. Although, there's a perfectly comfortable bed we could use while we wait for these to rest."

Despite saying that, despite the complaint about what was appropriate, Toriel was soon down to wearing nothing at all in the kitchen except for the apron barely covering her front. Muffet tugged her underwear down and over her boots, flicking them away before she stepped behind Toriel to start appreciating that form. Her hands drifted along a strong back and curved body, a few fingers trailing to the front where she felt a pleasant plumpness curved about. At the same time, she allowed her cock to probe the roundness of her ass while she pressed close and breathed out against the woman's neck.

Carefully, she nipped Toriel's neck before uttering in a low voice, "Did you toy with yourself before I got here? Maybe the night before?"

Toriel shuddered, "I don't think that's really appropriate to ask."

"But I did ask, and I do expect an answer." Muffet shot back without pause.

After a second or two, Toriel muttered, "Yes.

She could not help but giggle, couldn't help but let out a joyful sight while her hands grabbed onto that plump rear and squeezed, "So then, you want the real thing?" And when Toriel nodded, Muffet hummed, "Then bend over and spread yourself for me."

Muffet took a step back and watched as Toriel bent over the sink with both hands moving back to grab onto her rear to spread. The pink of her puckered star could be seen, but the glistening heat below that had her more interested right now. She moved forward again and placed the tip against Toriel's cunt, humming joyfully as she began to tease the shallows with small circular movements. Hands carefully tugged the dress off of her body to let it fall to the side with her underwear allowing her bare form to feel the warm air of the kitchen flowing around her, and with a huff, she thrust forward to dig deep inside of that lovely cunt. Toriel's insides stretched easily for her, the woman letting out a long sigh as Muffet continued burying herself deeper and deeper. She did not pull back, did not roll her hips to enter further, but instead continued pushing until she was rooted within. Hands moved around Toriel's body to grab her chest from under the apron, the other hands remaining hands holding onto her hips while Muffet reveled in the warmth surrounding her.

Wet tightness looped around her shaft and squeezed in just the right amounts. She could feel the tip of her shaft twitching at the further spot in Toriel's body as if she were knocking on the womb, but the true delight was the little flashes in expression she saw. Toriel jolted and sighed, her arms moving to cross against the sink to give her chin a place to rest, but Muffet moved on hand to grab her chin and bring it up just enough so she could see from the side that lovely expression melting from her excitement and innocent joy.

As she started to move, the words slipped from her mouth in coos and snickering sighs, "Let me knock you up, you beautiful woman. Let me give you the family you so obviously crave for."

Toriel's head shot up but then went back down as Muffet drove herself in deep before sliding back, "My body is sealed to such attempts." She then said just a bit quieter, "You'll have to try harder if you want me to lift that."

And so she started moving harder. Her hips crashed against the woman's ass creating a loud clap that echoed through the empty home. One of her hands helped her hips out making this music by slapping her rear causing Toriel to jolt, those lovely insides tightening further as she kept on grinding forward. There was a little part inside of her wrestling with her dominant nature, with her predatory hunger. It told her to relax a little, to remember that this was a woman she loved seeing joyful and beaming. Going too hard would break this caprine beauty, and yet, Toriel was a strong woman. This body was strong, and certainly her mind was strong as well, so she could handle a little pushing, right?

Practically drooling as she ground her hips forward and slowed down, Muffet let her fangs drag across the woman's neck as she muttered, "I can be as rough as I want? As mean as I desire, right? I was going to make you mine, and you did say that I could do whatever I want, right?"

Toriel groaned aloud, her sounds continuing even though Muffet's movements had turned to gentle grinding. With a gasp, she finally managed to answer, "Yes! Anything at all."

Muffet bit down on the woman's shoulder firmly and began jolting her hips over and over again. Each thrust caused Toriel to let out a cry that interrupted her question about what Muffet was doing, and stopped the woman from questioning the flow of venom slipping free as her insides were stretched and used over and over again. Muffet could feel her insides trembling in joy, a warm wash of pure delight and ecstasy rising through her as she kept on digging in deeper while her fangs remained rooted to Toriel's shoulder. Just a thrust or two more and heated cum began to pour out inside of her, the warmth lancing through her bouncing shaft while she held Toriel in place.

The woman groaned aloud, her eyes growing hazy and distant while her hold on the kitchen sink seemed to slip. Muffet pulled her mouth away from the shoulder, her arms sliding around the woman to hold her in place while she filled her up. As she did this, Muffet purred to the woman's ear, "Then let's enjoy our time together until you say yes."

Once Toriel had slipped into blissful slumber, Muffet brought her body to the room she found with a large bed and blue covers. She yanked it all off and began work on her new nest. Muffet had slipped out of her boots, and tossed them aside as she had with her dress and inhibitions; along with Toriel's apron. She watched the slumbering woman's body with a type of desire that filled her every so often when she saw someone trying to slip free from her web. Here was a woman that had willingly walked into her snare, had willingly thrown herself at Muffet, and now she couldn't bear to let go until Toriel was completely hers. The woman's wrists were bound in a powerful web attached to the headboard of the bed while her ankles were forced apart and suspended up to the ceiling much in the same way. Muffet adorned a choker of black and white silk around Toriel's neck, and hugged onto those lovely thighs while placing her growing shaft onto Toriel's crotch. She ground and humped, pushed, and waited until the caprine woman's eyes began to crack open. At that moment, she took the tip of her shaft and eased it to the woman's entrance before dipping deep inside.

She started moving while Toriel gasped aloud drunkenly, "What did you do to me?"

"A little venom. Not to worry! No harm. Just a little sleepiness, and maybe a little sensitivity." She said with a giggle.

As if to give an example, Muffet took hold of one of Toriel's nipples and tugged, the woman letting out a squeak while Muffet continued their game. She thrust and pushed, ground forward while Toriel let out such sweet music to the air. Toriel's presence always seemed to carry a little hum of magic around her, always had that strength, but right now it was faltering in such lovely ways. Muffet dipped deeper while letting her excitement and predatory glee out into the air, while trying to smother Toriel in it. Toriel seemed to relish in the feeling and squealed as her nipples were squeezed and toyed with. Muffet leaned in for a kiss, their lips meeting and her tongue dipping inside of that willing maw just as her cock was dipping deep inside of Toriel's cunt. Warm spittle so sweet and lovely was swapped between their lips, stickiness clinging to their mouths in little strings as they pulled apart while her hips continued to jerk.

And then she asked with a breath, "Let me knock you up."

Toriel's toes curled as she whimpered, "No." And again she asked as she buried herself in harder, as her fingers tugged on the woman's nipples, as her breaths whispered the words against her ear, and Toriel once again muttered, "No."

With a little smirk, she buried herself in as far as she would go again while letting out another virile load into the woman's cunt splashing against the outer walls of her womb, "Do you want me to stop trying?"

Eyes hazy with lust, Toriel breathed out, "It's whatever you want to do. K-keep trying."

And so she kept on trying. Her hips rocked and bucked in all manner of ways. On occasion, she pulled free to toy with Toriel's cunt by hand, to give herself a little break, but it wouldn't be long before her nature and her body had her up and ready for more. She bound Toriel in different manners as well. Bent over with her wrists tied above her head as if in prayer, legs and arms tied like a frog to the bed itself while her insides were plunged into. She even fashioned a lovely blindfold and began whispering terrible things into Toriel's ear.

"My, I'm getting so tired. What if I were to take this out into the open? What if I were to let any monster have a crack at you?"

To her surprise, Toriel panted, "Yes. Yes, please."

Not missing an opportunity, she breathed out, "Then let me knock you up."

Toriel cried out, "Yes!"

Such an utterance broke through the seal on Toriel and it was as if a thin layer in the air had shattered. She shuddered at the vibration of the powerful magic being lifted and began pumping her hips wildly. Muffet untied Toriel to take her from the front, to grab her ankles, and hold them up above her head while Muffet slammed downward. They shared another kiss, another embrace of lips where they moaned together letting loose the heat of a predatory conquest and gleeful surrender mesh together. One last thrust and she gave Toriel what they both wanted. Seed spilled forth into the woman and slipped through the gap, stained her inner walls with what would make her nice and fat with her children. Muffet pulled out slowly and watched as Toriel laid on her back with her body twitching on occasion, mouth hung open in a happy grin, eyes glowing bright with hazy desire and lust. Toriel was now her property.

The ruins were sealed from the inside. None could enter save those who knew the small ways around and through the old stone. In a place guarding the exit to the ruins, a lone tree with blackened branches stood covered in webs. A woman was bound there, a caprine monster with a thin tail wagging under her. She wore a choker of black and purple, her ankles and arms bound to the tree with her legs spread up and outward with both of her holes on display. The rounding of her belly seemed more prominent than simple chub, and her breasts seemed swollen. Next to her sipping a cup of tea and holding a pot in another hand, was a spider monster with a big smile.

Hanging over the caprine monster's neck was a sign that read, "The Queen of these ruins welcomes all to stay and warm themselves inside her."

Muffet hummed while wondering what else she could do to Toriel, what she could do to anyone who wandered down here with a similar disposition. She had nearly forgotten all about her bake sale, but sex wasn't the only thing that Toriel was good for. There was a steady stream of new ideas being shared between the two when they weren't doing something like this, and she took those ideas to places that actually bought baked goods instead of this abandoned place. For some reason, Toriel refused to come with her and seemed to take a sort of pleasure in being bound to this place; sometimes quite literally. Chuckling to herself, she shut her eyes and leaned back while her mind turned to sweeter things. What could she do to the lovely woman in her care now? Just how could she mold this connection of theirs? More web, eggs, delectable poisons. Oh, there were so many options, and her cheeks were burning with bruised violet as she thought of all the possibilities. For now, perhaps she would try to convince her new pet to move out of this horrid place with her. That would take a bit, but that was okay, Muffet had time to spare for this once lonely dame.